Victory Party and On the Road Honking for Huckabee
Mike Huckabee at the Victory CelebrationThe Victory Party on Thursday was packed with partiers at above-the-Fire-Marshall-limits in the biggest ball room in the Embassy Suites in the Des Moines.
Lotsa of Happy Huckabee Ho-downers. There were even adult beverages at the event. It was a young crowd looking for change.
Everybody loves a winner. The Hucka-Boom.
The Diva, The Dude calling caucus goers
from the Des Moines Huckabee Headquarters
Mike Huckabee was quick to give credit to others who worked the phones and did the heavy lifting of lit drops.
The Penta-Posse was proud to play a small role.
After the celebration Your Business Blogger kissed Charmaine good-buy for two days as she got on the Hucka-Bus headed for the Hucka-Boeing to fly out to New Hampshire.
We packed up the Hucka-Truck and headed out for Manchester, NH.
The Penta-Posse at the podium
Alert Readers will remember that the Hucka-Truck could have been named the UpChuck-aTruck on the drive out to Des Moines…
The ‘Hucka-prefix’ is fast loosing its appeal. Huckabee the candidate is sometimes described as short tempered. But it seems to this casual observer to be an exaggeration. He is proud of his surname and has grown up hearing every permutation that detractors can unload. Visit any group of third-graders on a play ground. (Or a presidential campaign. Hard to tell the difference.) The name-calling really doesn’t bother him.
The Mike Huckabee Hucka-fix is to laugh-off and ignore personal insults. I don’t know how he does it.
He is, well, presidential.
So the Penta-Posse was packed in the monster SUV and we traveled over 1200 miles across country. Friends wrote “Honk 4 Huckabee” with shoe polish on our back window. And we got Hucka-honked for two days. And we talked with Huckabee supporters at nearly every gas stop; there was a lot of gas guzzling.
(The Chevy monster truck actually gets better mileage than my old Corvette. Except now I can haul 5 kids and kit. The only thing the ‘Vette could carry was a large case for my 8-track tapes…)
Our route took us past Charmaine’s old stomping grounds in Buffalo and the Adirondack Park where she saved a life. Buffalo was where she learned to ski as a wee-one. Her dad would carry her up a hill and — gently — push her down the slope.
Downhill ever since.
Thank you (foot)notes:
We drove at high speed in more or less in a caravan of campaign workers across Interstate 80 and 90. Some Hucka-travelers, some Obama, some Edwards and others.
But there was a candidate not represented on the road. Not a single bumper sticker:
I would suppose all his staff flew. And not down a highway.
Charmaine worked the Campaign Spin Room and Green Room at the debates at Saint Anselm College.